Ah frick me. Frick the universe
XD or as i say to my best friend on a bad day: frickle frackle i wanna see some necks snapple )
You must be a great friend
He slid out at the same time as her, and walked around the car to find her hand and fit it in his. "Good." He chirped back warmly.
(Guys you realize that if Fae dies in this rp you will also see Sabine's reaction to it.)
Nooo
(Yyyyyyeeeeeeeeeesssssssssss and she'll probably be the one who realized what was going to happen and tried to stop the R.A.C. but got held back or something and wasn't fast enough and you already know that Sabine blames herself for Fae's death.)
(Guys you realize that if Fae dies in this rp you will also see Sabine's reaction to it.)
Nooo
(Yyyyyyeeeeeeeeeesssssssssss and she'll probably be the one who realized what was going to happen and tried to stop the R.A.C. but got held back or something and wasn't fast enough and you already know that Sabine blames herself for Fae's death.)
Ah frikckc.. Cruz and sabine need to like… start a support pact or something xD
August will become a more important character too
He slid out at the same time as her, and walked around the car to find her hand and fit it in his. "Good." He chirped back warmly.
Fae relished the feeling of her hand tucked away in his, taking deep breaths of the cool air outside the car.
(Guys you realize that if Fae dies in this rp you will also see Sabine's reaction to it.)
Nooo
(Yyyyyyeeeeeeeeeesssssssssss and she'll probably be the one who realized what was going to happen and tried to stop the R.A.C. but got held back or something and wasn't fast enough and you already know that Sabine blames herself for Fae's death.)
Ah frikckc.. Cruz and sabine need to like… start a support pact or something xD
August will become a more important character too
I love how we’re literally planning someone’s death
Sabine laughed, sliding into a criss-cross applesauce on the floor by Macha's bed.(XD I have grown up saying this and now can't stop.)
Lol)
Macha motioned for her to sit in the bed, laughing and tickling the dragon underneath her clay chin. “This is Alba. Fae made her.”
"So. I'll let you choose whatever sort of foot thing we're doing, because I have no experience whatsoever." He told her.
"She's cute!" Sabine exclaimed, scooting onto the bed.
Fae leaned into him, the corners of her mouth quirking up in a smile now that she was away from the oppressive atmosphere of the car. “Well, I’m getting my nails done, I don’t know about you, and we should probably just get a standard moisturizing, foot scrub, and exfoliation.”
Alba leapt onto Sabine’s head, licking her face aggressively.
(Alba dies too btw, crushed under a boot)
"What the [frick] is an exfoliation?" He replied like he was talking about getting his toes meticulously sawed off by a string of floss.
(*Yells angrily)
Sabine laughed. "Hey!! That tickles!!!!"
Fae grinned. “It’s basically getting rid of calluses and such while giving your feet an underwater massage.”
(*Yells angrily)
Sabine laughed. "Hey!! That tickles!!!!"
Alba clambered onto her chest, tail wagging back and forth like a dog’s.
Sabine let herself fall backwards onto the bed, giggling. "Her tiny paws–" She gasped in between giggles, "–are so ticklish!!!"
Alba, wanting to be stroked, bumbled over Sabine’s stomach, wriggling under her hand and looking at Sabine with round, impatient mahogany eyes.
Sabine laughed harder. Then she stroked the dragon softly.
"Okay. Not too bad I guess," he cleared his throat.
( A RLY GOOD SONG:
The Wolf by Siames
(Will listen to it)
Fae raised an eyebrow, still slightly shaky from the car ride. “You scared?”, she teased.
Sabine laughed harder. Then she stroked the dragon softly.
Alba twisted over until she was lying on her back, stomach exposed for belly rubs. She stuck her tongue out cutely.
"I'm so confident, I would strangle a lion." He replied back.
(I bacc)
Fae smirked at this as they entered the salon.
He looked around. The walls were painted a nonmetallic gold, and the scent of acetone and nail polish assaulted their senses. The entrance room was lit with a small, faux-plastic-crystal chandelier. Cruz glanced at the wall holding an extensive selection of nail polishes. "Huh." He coughed.
Fae took a deep breath, undoing her braid. “It’s been ages since I last came here.” A woman in her twenties came up to them.
"Hola there," Cruz greeted, feeling a little self conscious about being in a woman's salon.